Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Period. (Simple, ne?) I also don't own the song-fic.
A/N: Well, you're in luck. I found some spare time to write this chapter. So, um…enjoy!
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Marron's Revelation
Marron swiftly, left the building that had caused her so many pains over the years. The current situation stabbed her repeatedly, into her heart, adding another scrapbook of tormented memories into her album. Her conscious was debating whether she felt either betrayed or it was simply a ridiculous act of…something, she couldn't quite pinpoint it. Her angel side, angst as she was, wanted him to have someone he would rather be with, and sadly, it wasn't her. Her devil side was attempting to rear its ugly head of anger, angry at everyone for giving her years of torments; frustration, frustrated at her sadistic life not turning out otherwise; and betrayal.
'Why? He didn't do anything, but told exactly how he felt.' Marron, at this point, came to a realization and yielded her sprint. 'Why should I even feel this way? He's just a friend,' She thought, more to convince herself. She could feel the angel side, nagging her to shove her pride down her throat and just admit her true feelings. Before she could ponder any further, a 'honk' snapped her back into reality. The constantly 'honking' didn't cease until she started walking towards it.
"Marron, what were you dreaming again?" Krillen knew how his daughter, every now and then, subconsciously jumps into her dream world. He started the gas when Marron climbed into the seat next to him, her mind still somewhere else.
"Huh? I'm sorry dad, did you say something?"
Krillen chuckled, "Never mind."
A faint voice grew louder behind them, which Krillen recognized when he looked at his rear view mirror and a smiled formed on his face. He nudged his daughter gently, getting her attention and indicating the familiar character running out towards them. "Hey Marron, isn't that Goten?"
Once that name came up, he instantly got her attention. Fear plagued upon her face when she saw him running towards her. "Dad, hit the gas!" Marron called out, looking at her dad. When he didn't budge and the man she was trying to avoid kept approaching, she immediately stepped on the peddle with her dad's foot underneath hers.
Once the smoke had cleared, Goten stood alone in the parking space, looking dumbfounded. He felt a hand on his shoulder, "hey buddy, did you catch her?"
Goten gave him a what-do-you-think look.
"Hey, I was just asking."
"You're glad she got away from me, aren't you?"
"Wait a minute, I never did say that. Besides, I know you have a thing for her, even if you won't admit it and she obviously likes you too." Trunks gave his friend a reassuring smile.
"Not anymore. She heard me." He glanced on the ground.
"I'm not surprise. I mean you practically yelled down the hallway. I wouldn't be surprise if Piccolo, himself, heard you all the way at the watch tower." Trunks joked, but when he saw how depressed his friend was, he changed his tactic. "Look, you can do one of two things right now: Beat yourself for the mess you've made or go talk to her."
"She wouldn't want to talk to me."
"How would you know, you haven't tried it yet."
"Well, she didn't exactly open up to you when you hurt her, no offense."
"None taken. Don't forget, before she had you as her body guard and now-"
"Now she has 18," Goten cut in. After a moment of silence, he sigh, realizing his friend was right and even if there was a chance that he wouldn't get a chance to talk to her and get pounded by her protective mother all in one day, he still had to try. "All right, but can I ask you one thing?"
"Shoot."
Goten fell to his knees and with his eyes closed, hands clasped together, he begged, "Please, please, come with me!"
"Um, I have to…get to Capsule Corp." he flew away, but not before calling out, "don't worry, Goten. Krillen and your dad are best friends. I'm sure he'll help!" With that, only a speck of him was conspicuous in the distance. Sighing again, he flew in the opposite direction, hoping that Dende would make this easier and less painful for him. Sure he was a quarter saiyan, but when a cyborg finds out that her only daughter was hurt, there was hell to pay.
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"OWWW! Marron, honey, could you…ow…please, let go of my foot?" Krillen winced.
"Oops, sorry dad," she smiled apologetically. They were already half-way toward Kame House, actually, closer than that since Marron had stepped all the way down on the peddle, making Krillen cried out in pain during their ride. Unfortunately, for him, since she was determined to get away from Goten she was oblivious to his plea.
"So why were you trying to get rid of Goten back there?" he asked, letting her stepped on the pedal while he steer the air car.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Well, you know you can always come to me or your mom if you feel like talking, okay?" he said, comforting his daughter. He was pretty surprised back there at her reaction, especially that her reaction was towards Goten. He had known the Son family as a well-mannered saiyans and the kindest people he'd known. He couldn't decipher what was going on between the two, and since his daughter refused to share her story, he couldn't interfere.
"Yeah, I know. Thanks dad." They rode in complete silence for the rest of the way.
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When they reached their destination, Marron had to help her father to the entrance where 18 met them halfway, worry etched on her face, "What happened, Krillen?"
Krillen glanced at his daughter, who was attempting to suppress the pink hue forming on her pale cheek. "For her birthday, lets buy her something other than boots," he chuckled, earning him a confused look from his wife.
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Goten had quietly arrived at the Kame House, and if his memory serves him correctly, he was floating in front of Marron's window. Realizing the window was unlatched; he flew inside with ease and took in the vacant room. No sign of Marron. Just when he was about to leave, the door opened indicating a present in the room, which made him smile towards the figure. In a record-breaking time, his friendly gesture turned into eyes-bulging, mouth gaping, surprised at the female figure wrapped in a white towel. Her reaction was of embarrassment. He quickly discards his current features, seeing at how uncomfortable he was making her.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-The window was opened and I just wanted to talk to you. I'm really sorry," he blurted out, blushing immensely and eyes anywhere but on her.
This was one of the reasons why she was so fond of him. He wouldn't do anything to make her feel uncomfortable and he was anything but Master Roshi. "I'll go change into something more civilize and then we can talk. I'll be right back." With that she regressed into her bathroom.
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A few minutes later, she entered her room once again, this time in a khaki pant and a small t-shirt. She saw Goten looking through the childhood photos of them that she kept on her nightstand and her desk.
"We've sure have changed, haven't we?" Marron spoke, grabbing his attention. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Why did you ditch me?" Goten said to the point, which surprised Marron. He could see that she was belligerent with herself.
"I…I realized that my dad was going to pick me up and I…I'm really sorry Goten." She had to resist the urge to tell him that she'd just realized how much he meant to her.
"Hey, it's all right, I was just curious." He smiled at her, and then he turned ready to go, when a voice stopped him.
"So are you planning on going to Giselle's party tomorrow?" Marron called out, just before he reached her window.
"Oh yeah, she told me about that. She'd said you accepted her invitation, right?" When he saw her nodding, he continued, "So I guess I'll see you there. Save me a dance!" He flew towards his home.
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It was the big day. Marron and her mom, 18 had came back from their day of shopping and to her dad's wish, she didn't buy any boots. They bought high heels instead! Her late afternoon was spent with her mom helping her get ready for tonight's big day. When they had finished, they contemplated on their final choice of attire, which was a red, thin-strapped dress that came to her knees. It showed her curves, which she inherited from her mother. Her hair was pulled up into a bun with several thin curls hanging from her sides. Her high heels matched her red dress.
"You're going to knock them dead tonight," 18 said.
'Yeah, hopefully it's the guy that I have my eyes on.' "Thanks mom, for everything."
Their conversation was interrupted by a doorbell, which 18 went to greet the unknown visitor. To her surprise, it was Goten, dressed in a tuxedo, holding a rose. He had on a peculiar smile that represents his nervousness. "H…hi 18, I've come to pick up Marron. Is she ready?"
18 took one sharp glance at him before allowing him in, then leading him to the living room, where her daughter's back was towards them. She coughed to get her attention. She, too, gave Goten a look of surprised, which was quickly washed away with content. Like a little schoolgirl running towards her parents, she went into his open arms. "What're you doing here?"
"I've come to pick you up," he said, and once they unlocked from each other's embrace, and for the first time since he stepped into her house, looked at her up and down. "You're beautiful," he breathed, offering her the red rose, which she accepted.
(A/N: Ah…ah…c-sonfic! Yep, I came across a songfic that fits the incoming scene. More author's note later.)
They bid their farewells and left, heading towards Giselle's place. During their relaxing flight, Marron couldn't help but contemplate on Goten's peculiar behavior this week. Gradually, she sank into her dream world where she met the event when she got her heartbroken, only to be repaired by the same man currently holding her in the air.
You lift me up
I touch the sky
When there's a tear
You wipe my eyes
She looked up to see him staring at her, admiringly. It wasn't long before they landed, music loud enough for them to hear at their current location. When they walked in, everyone had their eyes locked on the newcomers. Gossips started to inflict the room when they realized who'd just walked in.
Everyone I think should know
Where I am, you always go
"Goten, everyone's looking at us," she whispered, fear plagued her voice.
"Don't worry, just keep walking," he tried comforting her. His arm was protectively, wrapped around her waist.
She wasn't too keen on the sudden attention they were receiving. She felt a sudden lack of oxygen in the room, and with her heart rate speeding from every step she took, wasn't exactly helping her situation either. She closed her eyes, allowing Goten to guide her.
I close my eyes
I know you're here
Open them wide
And you appear
I am always safe and free
'Cause you're watching over me
Once they reached a vacant table, the room became lively again. People were returning to their previous activities before the 'couples' walked in.
"I think I'm going to get something to drink, want anything?" she asked. Her reply was of his rumbling stomach, which she smiled when he blushed. 'He look so cute when he's blushing.'
From the biggest cloud up in the sky
To a tiny spot upon a fly (yeah)
Everywhere I choose to be
You are watching over me.
Once they finished their meals and refreshments, they relaxed at their secluded table, just content having the other being as their company.
Noticing his partner's majestic smile towards the couples on the dance floor, he stood up and offered his hand, "would you like to dance?" When she took it, his smile widened and they saunter over to the dance floor. Halfway towards their destination, out of nowhere, Giselle and Alyssa greeted them.
"Oh good, you guys made it. Nice dress." Giselle commented.
"Thanks, you too."
Alyssa, on the other hand, wasn't there to comment on Marron's new attire. She'd another idea in mind. "So Goten, how tall are you? 5"6' 5"7' I like a man with heights."
Marron couldn't believe this. This girl, the same girl who wanted Trunks during the prom, was now flirting with Goten and right in front of her! She started glaring daggers at the vexing girl before her, whom was oblivious to her present.
I close my eyes
I know you're here
Open them wide
And you appear
I am always safe and free
'Cause you're watching over me.
Goten felt Marron tensed up, and reading her mind, he started wrapping his arms warmly, around her waist, "I don't know what do you think?" Goten asked his date, his chin on her shoulder, then kiss her on her cheek.
Marron, getting the hint, played along, "hm, I think you're 5'6." (A/N: I'm guessing. I haven't the slightest clue how tall the DBZ characters are.)
Alyssa, seeing as how her plans didn't work, stomped away furiously, with Giselle following, "Have fun, bye!"
You are shadow
You are light
You take the darkness from the night
Still wrapped around Goten's protective arms, she turned to face him, "you're so nice, you know that?" She pecked him and they continued towards the dance floor.
I am always safe and free
'Cause you're watching over me.
To be continued…
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A/N: First and foremost, I'd like to thank (jeez, I sound like one of those Oscar winners.) Secretsquirl for giving me this idea: Goten and Marron will slowly fall in love, which I somewhat changed. Sorry for the lateness in thanking you. Okay, I'd to re-edit this fic. Before, I had Goten knowing he loves Marron, but I decided against it and rewrote this version instead. You guys heard of how girls mature faster than boys, right? Well, that's how I'm going about this story, or rather chapter. That's all I'm saying for now.
A/N: The song-fic was very stubborn. This song, Cause You're Watching Over Me by Alexz Johnson was one of the reasons why I had to rewrite this chapter. I couldn't decide where to insert the song and I wanted a place for this song. Additionally, I have another one that will come on later that also fits this story. Remember when I say that there will be a song-fic? Well, this one wasn't the one I was referring to. This one just came to me out of the blue.
A/N: The party, especially Alyssa's persona, was inspired by Gilmore Girls' Rory's dance. Aren't those two guys going after Rory dreaming? *Sigh*
A/N: Please review this fic. Tell me what you think. Suggestions/ Comments are welcome but please, no flames, especially none towards Tristan or Dean. (The characters' name from Gilmore Girls.)